Paper Boat - Send to Mother
I never abandon a piece of paper,
I always keep it
Keep it Then,
folded them into small boats,
and threw them into the sea.
Some were blown into the windows of the boat by the wind,
Some were wetted by the waves and stuck to the bow of the boat.
I am still not discouraged, folding them every day,
I always hope that one of them will flow to where I want him to go.
Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,
Don’t be surprised that it fell into the dream for no reason.
This is what your beloved daughter wrote with tears in her eyes,
Through thousands of rivers and mountains, beg him to return with her love and sorrow!
Motherly love
Motherly love
It is the connection and integration of blood and veins
It is the blessing of children and the pain of mothers
< p>Motherly loveIt is like the spring wind
It blows gently
The earth becomes green
Motherly love
It is the clouds in the sky
Always let the scorching sun
drive through her body first
Bringing wind, rain and peace to the earth
Mother's love
is the glow after the rain
Always let the cleaned earth
lie in your arms without giving up
Write the colorful dream of life in the high sky
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: Maternal love
Motherly love is an eternal theme of mankind .
We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
Without the soul-stirring historical epic, without the shocking reversal of the stormy sea, maternal love is like a spring rain, a clear song, moisturizing things silently, long and long.
Contemporary essayist Yu Qiuyu wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mother... and their end point is aging... Old people in their twilight years have to call their mothers. It is touching that one cry ends the return and ends the wandering."
Mother's love is the ultimate destination for wanderers in the world. It is a clear spring that nourishes the souls of children. It accompanies the children's sips and sips, and is continuous and continuous. Therefore, in the shadows of children's laughter and tears, Then blended into the lingering maternal love.
Mother's love is like an idyllic poem, remote, pure, elegant and light;
Mother's love is like a landscape painting, washing away the lead and ornaments, leaving fresh and natural;
< p>Mother's love is like an affectionate song, melodious and gentle;Mother's love is like a gentle wind that blows away the falling snow and brings endless spring.
Maternal love is the laughter that accompanies a lifetime, maternal love is the longing that wanders around the world, maternal love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sick beds, and maternal love is the earnest expectation of their children's growth.
Mother is a big ship
Carrying us to the sea
To pursue the mystery of life
To explore the magic of the world< /p>
Mother is a high mountain
Contains all things
Nurtures us to grow
Strengthens our body and mind
Mother is A moving song
Take us around
Use her beautiful tune
Ode to the history of the motherland
Mother is a ray of spring breeze
Blowing all things in the world
Yingying steps
Brings vitality
Mother is The slightest spring rain
nourishes all things on the earth
Ah! Mother
I love you, you are the eternal love in my heart
"The thread in the hands of a loving mother is like the clothes on a wanderer's body. There is a tight seam before leaving, and I am afraid that I will return later. Who can tell? The heart of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring."
My mother was always in pain and sick, and she stayed in Gouxi for five years. If I am unable to give birth, I will be sore all my life. How can you live a life without a home?" The words are sad and miserable, enough to make people feel generous and move them to tears for a thousand years.
Child! When you were still very young,
I spent a lot of time,
teaching you to use a spoon slowly and eat with chopsticks;
teaching you to tie your shoelaces, buckle buttons, and slide;
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Teach you how to dress, comb your hair, and blow your nose.
These little moments with you,
how much I miss them.
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So, when I can’t remember or answer the question,
Please give me some time, wait for me,
Let me think again< /p>
It is very likely that I will even forget what I was going to say in the end.
I will also forget it.
Children! Have you forgotten that we practiced hundreds of times before learning the first baby song?
Do you still remember that I always rack my brains every day
To answer the "why" that comes out of nowhere?
So, I often tell old stories over and over again,
While humming the nursery rhymes from my childhood,
Be considerate of me,
Let me continue to indulge in these memories!
I hope you can accompany me to chat about everyday things!
My child, now I often forget to button up my buttons and tie my shoelaces. When I eat, my clothes will be stained.
My hands will keep shaking when I comb my hair.
Don't push me,
Be more patient and gentle with me,
As long as you are with me, there will be a lot of warmth in my heart.
Children!
Now, I can’t stand firmly on my feet, and I can’t walk.
So,
Please hold my hand tightly,
Stay with me, slowly,
Just like back then,
I will take you step by step.
Motherly love, not picky about the appearance of the child
Motherly love, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter
Motherly love, noble and great
Motherly love, infinite loyalty
Whether you are peaceful or restless
Whether you fail or succeed
Mother loves you whether you fail or succeed
Mother’s love is everywhere
She accompanies you through life
It is she who releases the dragon and phoenix flying in the world
It is she who sets up the rainbow in the sky
Does not understand maternal love< /p>
You have lost the true meaning of life
Forget maternal love
High-ranking officials are rich and rich, their blood is cold and their bodies are empty
A mother falls into poverty
How can we be at peace when we miss each other?
Use our hands to dye the radiant color
Use love to expand all-round prosperity
Care for mothers It is also the sublimation and purification of you and me
Try to dry my mother's tears and appreciate the gorgeous magnificence!
Mother's love does not pick on the appearance of the child
Mother's love does not Divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter
Motherly love, noble and great
Motherly love, infinite loyalty
No matter you are peaceful or restless
No matter you fail or succeed
Mother loves you for your failures and successes
Mother's love is everywhere
She accompanies you through life
It is she who releases the dragon and phoenix flying in the world
It is she who sets up the rainbow in the sky
If you don’t understand maternal love
You have lost the true meaning of life
Forget maternal love
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High-ranking officials have cold blood and empty bodies
A mother falls into poverty
How can one be at peace when she is thinking about you?
Use our hands to dye the glowing Yancai
Use love to expand all-round prosperity
Caring for your mother is also the sublimation and purification of you and me
Try to dry your mother’s tears and enjoy the gorgeous beauty Magnificent!
When we replayed the movie Mother over and over again
we were completely in tears
Integrated with mother
Mother is like a long movie
Treasured forever
In our admiring hearts God created mother
The merciful God has been working overtime to create mothers. When entering the sixth day, the angel came to the Lord and reminded him: "You have spent a lot of unnecessary time on this."
The Lord said to the angel: "Have you read about this? Are there any technical requirements for an order? ”
She must be able to withstand any cleaning, but not made of plastic; have 180 moving parts that can be replaced at any time; run on espresso without milk and sugar and leftovers; She has knee joints that do not bend when she stands; she has a kiss that can quickly heal wounds and diseases, from broken bones to broken love; in addition, she must have six pairs of hands...
Angel Relief God shook his head slowly and said: "6 hands...how is this possible?"
"What makes me difficult is not these hands," God replied, "but the hands she must have." "Three pairs of eyes." "But," the angel said, "the order form did not mention this standard..."
"Yes, but she needs it." The Lord nodded and said, "She needs a pair of eyes." The eyes that see everything through the closed door, and then she can confidently ask: "Children, what are you doing inside?" The other pair of eyes will grow on the back of her head to see what she shouldn't see. And what must be understood. Of course, she also has a pair of eyes under her forehead. When the children make mistakes or are in trouble, these eyes can look at them and clearly express "I understand you and love you" without having to speak. did you mean.
"This is too difficult," the angel advised. "Lord, you should rest. Tomorrow..."
"No!" The Lord interrupted the angel, "I feel that I am creating a creature that is very close to me." You see, the mother model in front of you has been able to heal itself when paralyzed... It can satisfy the appetite of a family of 6 people with a pound of hamburgers... It can get a 9-year-old boy to take a shower..." < /p>
The angel walked around his mother’s model and looked at it carefully, and couldn’t help but admire: “She is so soft! "But very strong!" "God said excitedly, "You can't imagine how capable she is, nor can you imagine how much endurance she has! ”
Motherly love is an eternal theme of mankind.
We have given it too many interpretations and too many connotations.
No The soul-stirring historical epic, without the reversal of the stormy waves of the sea, maternal love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently and lasts for a long time.
Contemporary essayist Yu Qiuyu wrote in an article. "The starting point of all long-distance travelers is always to say goodbye to their mother... and their end point is aging... The old man calling for his mother in his twilight years cannot help but move people. With one cry, return is the end of the journey." "Wandering".
Mother's love is the ultimate destination for wanderers in the world. It is a clear spring that moisturizes the hearts of children. It accompanies the children's drinks and sips, strands and threads, endlessly, so in the laughter of their children The shadow of tears is blended with the lingering love of mother.
Mother's love is like a pastoral poem, remote, pure, elegant and light;
Mother's love is like a landscape painting, washing away the lead and carvings. Leave it fresh and natural;
Motherly love is like an affectionate song, melodious and softly sung;
Motherly love is like a gentle wind that blows away the falling snow and carries away the The spring is endless.
Mother's love is the laughter that accompanies them throughout their lives. Mother's love is the longing that lingers in the world. Mother's love is the concern and anxiety before the children's sickbed. Mother's love is the eager expectation for their children's growth.
< p>When I think of my mother, my low aspirations will turn into high spirits; when I think of my mother, my wasted years will turn into my passion; when I think of my mother, a wandering wanderer will have the desire to go home; when I think of my mother, I am hesitant. The loving heart has found a home.Time is like water, and years pass by. How many memories fade away like water, but our lingering longing for our mother never changes. As autumn comes, the children grow older and their hair becomes as white as snow. When the children see their white-haired mother in the hall, they will burst into tears! p>
Maternal love is also an eternal theme in literature and music. When writers use maternal love as their theme, their articles will be nourishing and meaningful; when musicians use maternal love as their theme, their music will be soft and beautiful, with a lingering aftertaste.
“The thread is in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes are on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid of returning late. Who says that an inch of grass can repay three rays of spring?" Meng Jiao, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sorrow, but his mother's smile always haunted him. When he learned about his mother's future, he could not hide his face. With a smile on my face, I couldn't hold back the joy in my heart. I shook off the layers of wind and frost on my clothes and brushed away the accumulated dust in my heart. I took my wife and young children to meet my mother outside the city of Liyang. The grass was luxuriant, the flowers were fragrant, and the white clouds were rolling. Biye Qingchuan is filled with endless longing for her son. Mother and son depend on each other, with tears in their eyes. They hold their mother's warm hands and look at her old face. They can't help but cry with sadness and emotion. They write poems with surging emotions. , in Meng Jiao's pen, this song "The Wandering Son" is filled with maternal love, which is sincere and has been passed down for thousands of years.
Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, had a wandering life, and his home was uncertain. When he arrived at his hometown, the countryside was desolate, things were different, people were miserable, and he felt sad when he saw things. He combined his concern for the country and his people with his longing for his mother, and wrote the touching "No Home Farewell". "My mother is always in pain and sick, and she has been sent to Gouxi for five years. If I am unable to give birth, I will be sore all my life. If you have no home in your life, why should you live in the countryside?" The words are tragic and desolate, enough to make people feel generous and move them to tears for a thousand years.
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was kidnapped by the Huns and became a separate family. When he was redeemed by the Han envoys, the mother and son said goodbye with tears in their eyes, and sent relatives and friends to each other. She wrote in her "Poetry of Sorrow and Indignation": "I have been saved, so I should abandon my son again." Heaven is in the heart of the people, and there is no time to think about it... I will cry and touch it with my hands, and I will reply to my questions." It is sad and sorrowful, and the sound is sad. Reading it makes people cry. People in the Tang Dynasty once used this as the title to compose Hujia music, such as Weeping like complaining, wanting to sing, wanting to cry, a kind of mellow love between mother and child fills the melody.
Mother's love is great and selfless. It is immersed in all things and fills the world.
With maternal love, mankind can move from desolation to civilization and prosperity; with maternal love, society can move from indifference and severity to peace and well-being; with maternal love, we can move from sadness to singing, from ignorance to ignorance. Wisdom; with maternal love, there is the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the emergence of reason, and the return of humanity.